He seemed genuinely "normal" and was in a place in his life similar to mine. We were both missing something that we needed and wasn't getting at home....I love my husband dearly as does he love his wife. There was a mutual respect for that. We both have k**s too and agreed that our home life always comes first. That being said, as our emails continued, so did our curiosity. We decided to meet in a semi private place for our first meeting. I was extremely nervous and excited at the same time. It. “Not a chance,” I said. I didn’t really plan to get drunk. I had only a pint of fru, fru liquor someone had given me at some past Christmas I couldn’t remember. That should just keep the DTs away until they gave me something for them at the clinic.The they were the staff at the 5th Avenue rehab clinic. It was inside a rustic building ten miles from the nearest neighbor. It was also located in the North Carolina Mountains. I didn’t choose the dead of winter, the local ER doctor has made that. She knew it would take time for her son to understand fully what she was about to tell him but she said it anyway. “I’m yours love…I’m yours.” She pulled her dress over her head and smiled as her son unhooked her bra and took down her panties. “Let me just look at my beautiful bride” he said. Her nipples stood out as her son walked around her planting an occasional kiss on her belly…on her breasts…and then on her pussy. When he was through he kissed her deeply on the mouth and touched her. Monica was delighted with her company and looked forward to her afternoon visits. Their relationship lasted until Shannon was fifteen when her father had found a newer and more spacious apartment closer to his office. Monica, as Shannon had been invited to call her, was heartbroken at the thought of losing contact with the young woman, and Shannon was also distressed to lose the only adult woman she had ever truly known.But they kept in touch. It wasn't that far from her new home to the older.